FORSYTHIA

Let’s be something
like snow melting…
petals slipping from their branches into water,
form and gold returned to mystery and light –
released again – yes,
as wings must always be.


Poem and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.

Published in Tiny Seed Literary Journal (2023) and
Poetry of the Wild Flowers Anthology (Tiny Seed Press, 2023).
Poem also appeared in Blue Lake Review (April 2012) and FLAR, vol. 4, issue 1 (Spring 2016).